Xena made it back to the hive with only a half chub bulging her dress to show the 'costs' she paid.

  She was a bit miffed that she had to leave so much behind but then she remembered that she could just go out and raid another store for more. That the PRT was unlikely to catch her without having to resort to colteral damage was only part of why she had no fear.

  The only reason why she wasn't going to make a second trip was that it would be annoying to have to dodge capes while she went loot goblin. No matter how good her Brute rating might be, she didn't see it going well if she had to do inventory management in the middle of a brawl. Not to mention the potential damage to things she wanted to steal.

  She spotted Yuri getting help from Rebecca and a few drones to set up her PC and the rest of her stuff in the foreman's office. It was close to her breeding chamber which was down the hall from it. And meant that it would also make setting up entertainment for her seedbeds much easier.

  Xena realized, however, that with all of the added amenities the power draw would increase which would mean a higher chance of the city either cutting the power thinking they were a bunch of merchants taking advantage of the city's negligence OR they send in the PRT suspecting a Tinker.

  Neither scenario would be ideal, so she would need her tinkers and tinker-lites to come up with a suitable energy alternative.

  Perhaps some sort of milk powered device? Lord knows the hive will be producing tanks of that stuff in the near future.

  Xena got to work. In the process of setting up all of the electronics she procured from Best Buy she tasked Yuri, despite her reluctance, to find out if there was a way to use milk as fuel.

  Lo and behold Yuri found a source online. A task made all the more challenging when trying to figure out how to get internet into the building.

  Though luckily, they She was able to piggyback off of an old Ethernet connection from the previous owners and a fair bit of code that Rebecca had to step in for. But in the end, they got it up and working.

  Turns out a common byproduct of skim milk concentrate is milk permeate which is very good and being distilled into ethanol.

  As the only person there who would have a decent chance of making the processing equipment required, Xena directed Rebecca to begin the task of setting up the proper equipment for filtration and distiltion.

  With how many hats Rebecca was starting to be forced to wear, Xena had to start thinking of possible "recruits" that would help alleviate the strain.

  With how often she had used Sherrel, the amount of able tinker mechanics has thoroughly saturated the demand.

  Watching some of the new Squealer-morphs taking over porter jobs the drones used to solely handle was testament to it.

  She had options she could do. But quite a few of them would be mighty inconvenient.

  With Xena's portal she had access to the wide multiverse and the many potential recruits that would fit her needs, a certain dying cyborg punk and her lesbian lover being notable. Hell, if she chose the right timing, she could nab a Japanese heiress while she was at it.

  Xena watched the cyan short stack getting to work on fulfilling her edicts. Watching as the phat ass swayed and jiggled, her rge breast jostling and bouncing as she worked on the machines.

  Rebecca is a very good option for getting more tradeswomen in her hive.

  Xena imagined holding the diminutive gremlin with one of her rge hands and using the Gremlin as a Tenga. Maybe even ordering her to wear red and white striped tex to further emphasize the point.

  She started to actually drool from three separate pces as she thought of the image, her hands already bringing her chub to full mast in their idleness.

  Xena snapped out of it though and cpped her face. Little Rebecca wasn't quite mentally ripe enough for her to pluck yet.

  Even if it would slow down her miniature industrial revolution, Xena had to remind herself of the Ditto debate.

  There was also the Sleeping conflict engine up in the stratosphere, just waiting to be plucked, a Pigeon with daddy issues all for Xena to take and ravish.

  The mad Bomber somewhere in New York or on her way to Brockton Bay would be an explosive encounter. Though her skill set would mean she didn't do well in anything but spicy firecrackers.

  Xena had no way of interfacing with the mousy dragonussy, yet. Which was a right shame as she would make a perfect source of multi-talented daughters, though that begged the question of what would happen if she managed to impregnate her.

  Bonesaw... was a child and Coil, Xena was not! She would never lewd the lolis, only head pats and un-drugged sweets.

  There were many other options she could choose from that would require facehuggers or genderbending to be suitable, but after a bit of thinking she put it on hold.

  Tonight marked 72 hours of being in this new world and the moment when she went from Xenomorph queen to Xenomorph Empress, even if only in technicality.

  Her hive sure was not rge enough to normally constitute a second Queen but with Her [Facsimile] ability every three days she would make a subservient clone of herself. With a second queen it would mean she could finally start ramping up Face hugger production, something her hive has grossly neglected. and with only 3 eggs in the process of being morphed it was something she could only bme on herself.

  Xena stubbornly refused to be tied down and be forced to birth ovomorphs. The movement restriction was a huge deal breaker for her. The fact that in an emergency, she would be forced to deal with the ungodly amount of pain it gave when detaching the ovipositor made any thought of being the egg yer of her hive a pipe dream.

  But while Xena might not be the one ying ovomorphs, Xena's clone on the other hand would be a perfect candidate. The added benefit of experiencing selfcest for the first time just made it all the more appealing, it would also fill her [Facsimile]'s quota of having less than 70% of her clones engaged in sexual activity.

  A truly diabolically genius maneuver on behalf of Xena. She patted her own back as she walked into the breeding chamber with her cock dripping precum to see Trish and Rachelle watching some cable television on one of the ft screens she Strategically Transferred Equipment to an Alternative Location.

  They both sat leaning on their beach ball sized breasts with their attention rapt on the screens.

  "-a truly odd encounter. Let's go to our in-the-field reporter, Shelly Fergusson, Live downtown. "

  "Thank you, Maichael. Just thirty minutes ago this typical BestBuy, off of Brooks and 9th, was robbed by a most unusual Cape vilin.

  "Brockonites are unfortunately rather used to close encounters with cape vilins, according to FBI and PRT crime statistics our fair city makes up the majority of instances of empowered crime in the state."

  The scene transitions to a young adult male being interviewed.

  "-She just appeared out of nowhere and ran through the store touching things. Didn't know what was happening till I saw her touch a ft screen and saw it vanish into thin air. No sounds, no lights, just one moment a tv, the next empty. - "The further audio of the interview was cut, the young man's arms gesticuting in front of him as if to show the size of two watermelons, as the reporter continued to speak.

  "While most witnessing the active crime commented on the suspect's attire, a very risqué pink sweater dress, one shopper was personally affected by the encounter." It cuts again to another man being interviewed, this time being far older than the previous.

  "-I tell you she is a menace. I mean who does that? Taking something out of another's shopping cart- it was the st 80in they had in stock and that [---] just goes and takes it! And when I politely asked for it back? she nearly killed me!" The interview cuts to the wrecked shelving unit before it transitions again, to a recording of Xena's earlier outing taken from a smartphone.

  "The suspect, an unmasked cape, Xena Ellen Murphy, was previously seen performing a simir feat earlier in the day when confronted by Armsmaster and Velocity in her civilian identity. Where she vanished the tinker tech vehicle she was driving in before being taken into custody by the PRT." The video cuts to showing the reporter herself.

  "What happened between her first public appearance and her custody under the PRT is unknown as of this moment and no word has been given by the PRT in regard to it.

  This is Shelly Fergusson, live from Brooks and 9th, back to you Michael."

  "Thank you, Shelly. An interesting new cape to Brockton Bay, isn't that right Amanda?"

  "It sure is Michael, and a public identity too, we will have to see how New Wave will respond.

  "It will be an interesting response, that's for sure."

  They both chuckled before continuing with the rest of the evening news.

  Xena was fascinated by the response to her pydate with Piggot, but she guessed it was still too early for them to give a public response, if they even pnned on giving one that is.

  Her idle hand continued to stroke as Trish and Rachelle finally noticed her standing near the doorway.

  "Hey Xena, you were on the news! Thanks for the TV btw, 'haven't ever owned a psma before in my life." Trish shouted pointing at the tv to prove her astute deduction.

  "Nice outfit, Xena, why Pink though?" Rachelle questioned, her eyes immediately zeroing on the bobbing leaking cock. as Xena sauntered up to the sitting duo.

  She stopped in front of them and cocked her hip while stroking her cock at eye level for them.

  "Yeah, I pn on becoming well known. And Pink is the only color that works for me. So... Who's first?"

  Xena wagged her hard cock in front of the two.

  Trish looked at Rachelle, Rachelle looked at Trish.

  They both started pushing and shoving each other in an effort to cim Xena's meat while also struggling against the inertia of their rge assets.